Dragon King's Harem Chapter 504. No Bedding?

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 504. No Bedding?

We couldn’t exactly toss him in a guest room and go rut in the royal chambers like teenagers with wine.

Leaving him alone, even with elite guards, was risky. Assassins could still be lurking. Traitors might be waiting for a single blind spot.

But I wasn’t about to share a room with him and also try to make love to his mother.

No.

Absolutely not.

So…

Now I had a very specific royal problem…

How the hell was I supposed to sleep with my new wife…

Without traumatizing her newly crowned son or starting another political incident?

“Why you are still here, Your Majesty?” Jyne said.

Her tone was light, teasing. But her tails flicked around behind her, lazy but precise, curling like curious smoke. She leaned against the table with her chin in her hand, eyes glinting with playful mischief that I was already too tired to deal with.

Sela was seated cross-legged on the floor near the fireplace, busy with her craft like she didn’t just call me poor two minutes ago. Her sleeves were rolled, her cheeks still faintly pink from her earlier bath, and her hair had that rough-dried frizz she never bothered to tame.

And then there was me.

Sitting on the chair by the window like a painting of boredom and restraint. A full-grown dragon king.

Sipping tea.

Trying to rationalize why I hadn’t taken my wife to bed yet.

I stared into my cup, watching the steam curl up like judgement. “Because Maria needed to take Kaelen to sleep,” I muttered. “And the current circumstances… don’t exactly support a proper consummation.”

Sela paused mid-polish. “So. No bedding.”

“Not tonight.”

“Not last night either,” Jyne added, already smiling too much. “Even though you were technically married yesterday.”

“Correct,” I said flatly.

Sela clicked her tongue softly, then sighed like a dwarf who had just heard someone break a perfectly good hammer. “Sela thinks this is tragic. A royal wedding. No fire. No heat. No chaos. Just tea.”

Jyne giggled and kicked her heels up onto the bench. “You’re sulking. That’s rare. I kinda like it.”

I exhaled, slow and deep, letting my gaze drift back out to the snowy courtyard. “Don’t pity me.”

“Sela pity you,” Sela said. “Very much.”

Jyne leaned forward. “I pity your needs. Which are currently very unmet. That’s rough, my king. Real rough.”

I finally looked at her. “I know this one will be the hardest. I accepted that already.”

She tilted her head, ears twitching. “You mean Maria?”

I nodded. “Our status is complicated. She's no longer queen, but her image still holds the weight of one. Kaelen is young. Still adjusting. She has to protect him. Which means… she can’t just disappear for a night of passion. Not without consequences.”

Sela rubbed the edge of her craft with a cloth, then set it down beside her. “Sela understands. But Sela also knows you’re not good at waiting. Especially when you’ve been… promised.”

I gave her a look. “Promised?”

Jyne snorted. “Don’t act innocent. You’ve been holding back. And now you’ve finally got her, and you’re still holding back?”

“I’m trying not to ruin her kingdom,” I muttered.

“She already gave it to Kaelen,” Jyne said. “You heard her. Her duty is now guidance. Not sacrifice.”

“She still sees herself as the pillar,” I said. “If she stumbles, the court will too.”

Sela stood slowly and walked over to the window beside me. She wasn’t a tall woman, not by elf or human standards, but when she looked up at me, I still felt like the shorter one somehow. “Sela thinks you’re right. But also wrong.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Maria is strong. But not made of stone. She needs warmth. And rest. And you. That’s why she chose you, not someone from here.”

I looked back out the window. The courtyard was quiet. Ice lanterns flickered faintly. The castle was asleep.

All except me.

And my two troublemakers.

Jyne hopped off the table and padded over barefoot, her robe dragging behind her like a lazy cloud. “You’re not the only one who wants her to relax, you know.”

I glanced down. “Oh?”

“She’s been clenching her jaw for two days,” Jyne said. “Tense as a harpstring. She needs release. In many forms.”

Sela folded her arms. “Sela thinks you should take your wife to bed.”

I stared at both of them.

Jyne grinned. “We can help.”

I blinked. “What? You want to do it with me?”

“Not that way,” Sela deadpanned.

Jyne gave a very fake pout. “Speak for yourself.”

“Focus,” Sela said. Then she turned to me. “We can stay with Kaelen. For tonight.”

I blinked again. “You’d… watch over him?”

Jyne shrugged. “He already trusts us. I mean, he asked Sela to teach him axe combat. And he asked me if my tails were real. That’s a sign of trust.”

“Or suicidal curiosity,” I muttered.

“Either way,” she said brightly, “we’ll take turns sitting with him until he sleeps. He’s a kid. He needs company, not guards.”

Sela nodded. “Sela can tell him a dwarven war story. He’ll pass out before the second siege.”

“And I’ll braid his hair until he gets bored and begs to be unconscious,” Jyne added.

I stared at them. Slowly lowered my teacup.

“So you’re offering to babysit a newly crowned king… so I can ravish my bride?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

I exhaled through my nose and closed my eyes for a moment. Then—

I smiled.

It wasn’t a full grin. Not smug. Not wicked. Just a quiet, honest curve of the lips.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Aw,” Jyne teased, leaning up and flicking my chin gently. “You’re getting soft. Emotionally. Not physically. That part’s still very—”

“Sela doesn’t want to hear it,” Sela cut in, already walking toward the hallway. “Sela is going to collect a pillow and sit near the snow eleven king before he finds a way to fall out the window.”

Jyne giggled and followed her. “You’re welcome, Your Majesty. Now go make your wife scream into a pillow. Quietly. This castle has thin walls.”

“I’ll try,” I muttered.

But I knew I wouldn’t try that hard.

Tonight, the ice would melt.

And Maria…

Maria was finally mine.